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December 11, 2003

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The Little Red

By Greyhawk

A story my mama read me as a young child:

One day as the Little Red Hen was scratching in a field, she found a grain of wheat.

"This wheat should be planted," she said. "Who will plant this grain of wheat?"

"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Cat.
"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

Soon the wheat grew to be tall and yellow.

"The wheat is ripe," said the Little Red Hen. "Who will cut the wheat?"

"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Cat.
"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

When the wheat was cut, the Little Red Hen said, "Who will thresh the wheat?"

"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Cat.
"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

When the wheat was threshed, the Little Red Hen said, "Who will take this wheat to the mill?"

"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Cat.
"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

She took the wheat to the mill and had it ground into flour. Then she said, "Who will make this flour into bread?"

"Not I," said the Duck.
"Not I," said the Cat.
"Not I," said the Dog.

"Then I will," said the Little Red Hen. And she did.

She made and baked the bread. Then she said, "Who will eat this bread?"

"Oh! I will," said the Duck.
"And I will," said the Cat.
"And I will," said the Dog.

"No, No!" said the Little Red Hen. "I will do that." And she did.

Simple, huh? And a good lesson to learn. Aren't the great and fundamental lessons in life always simple?

But here's a newer version.

To save you time and trouble, heres the end of the new version:

"Ding ding" the timer on the table sounded. The Little Red Hen knew it was time to take out the bread. And oh good friends, can't you just smell it? "I wonder," she said aloud, "who will help me eat this fine bread?" Not one second went by before Squek, Bark, and Meow all said together, "I will!" The Little Red Hen began to laugh out loud. "I thought so!"

She opened the drawer with the cutting knives and selected teh right one. Then she sliced offa single slice of bread. By now everyone's mouth was watering thinking "this will be sooooo good!" But then the Little Red Hen cut the singlr slice of bread into three smaller pieces. She put each piece on a napkin and handed one to Squeek, one to Bark, and one to Meow. They were each very troubled and she could see that on their faces.

"I am happy to share a bite of bread with you as your friend!" She said firmly but nicely. "Maybe the next time I need help you will volunteer!" Quick as a wink, Meow, Bark, and Squeek all sat straight up and said "I will!"


Which version do you think Barbara Bush read to her boys?

WASHINGTON (CNN) -- President Bush on Thursday defended his decision to exclude countries that did not support the U.S.-led effort to topple Iraqi President Saddam Hussein from bidding on some $18.6 billion in reconstruction contracts.

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"Our people risked their lives. Coalition, friendly coalition folks risked their lives and therefore, the contracting is going to reflect that, and that's what the U.S. taxpayers expect."

The policy excludes France, Germany, Russia and Canada from bidding on construction projects.

So if you wonder why the president has to "defend" his position, you can perhaps start by blaming fables that have been re-written to the point of pointlessness.

But that re-write is nothing compared to this version.

And it came time to bake the bread. "Who will help me bake the bread?" asked the little red hen.

"That would be overtime for me," mood the cow.

"I'd lose my welfare benefits," whistled the goose.

"Dropping out I never learned how," quacked the duck.

"If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," grunted the pig.

"Then I will,"said the little red hen, and she did. She baked five bread loaves and held them up for her neighbors to see.

Her neighbors saw their beauty, and smelled their freshness and they all wanted some. In fact, they demanded their rightful share. But the little red hen said, "No, I and my chicks can eat the five loaves ourselves."

"Excess profits!," squealed the pig.

"Profiteering leech!," honked the goose.

"Equal rights!," demanded the cow.

And the duck quacked in too!

And the animals painted "unfair" picket signs and marched round and round the little red hen, shouting their slogans, and their obcenities.

When the government agent came (a new legislative lgal appointee), he said to the little red hen, "You must not be greedy."

"But I earned the bread," said the little red hen.

"Exactly," said the agent. "That is the wonderful free enterprise system. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants, but under our liberal government regulations, the productive workers must contribute their product to the idle."

Well, the barnyard calmed down, and the animals lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who smiled and clucked, "I am grateful, I am grateful."

But her neighbors wondered why she never again baked any more bread.


Posted by Greyhawk / December 11, 2003 8:32 PM | Permalink

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You're missing the obvious. The more countries that bid, the lower the cost to the American tax payer. If a French country can underbid an American and save our kids a few million I'm all for it.

Think a little beyond the "Eurobashing" and you'll come to your senses.

I'm Bush! I'm tough on Euroweenies! I lifted the steel tariffs!

I had no idea anyone else would hit on this story as an apt metaphor too - guess lots of people think like I do - LOL. I posted a similar message the other day to Darren Kaplan on his blog.

Gunther - considering the countries being omitted are France, Germany, Russia, and Canada. That seems to leave quite a number of countries - all those allies who helped us be unilateral. I'm not too worried about the prices. I think among the other nations who've volunteered troops and services and stood behind us - Great Britain, Italy, Poland, Japan, Australia, Eastern European countries, etc, etc, etc we should have a goodly number bidding the price down.

Re the last version:
Oh, she baked bread, all right.
Only she did it at night so no one would find out, and then she sold it and hid the profits, nay, she STOLE the profits, and never declared any of her income. What an evil red hen she was. You just can't trust them red hens.

Politics and fairness aside - Considering that France is too incompetent to build its own carrier, and too strike-prone to be productive anyway, their absence is no loss.

second story because she wanted her child to be kind

everyman loves a woman in red-yet ron g. states that you cant trust the little red hen-she is evil. that she stole the profits? i might gather from ron's statement that women in red who bake bread are out for profit? but in the realm of politics, it was the-When the government agent came (a new legislative lgal appointee), he said to the little red hen, "You must not be greedy." butted into personal lives that the woman in red began to realize it was time for the survival of her family. when christian ideas are taken and pushed aside and greed is the overbearing factor and hardwork is no longer rewarded, why bake bread for pennies? why not do it for pleasure and just serve it to the family only? someone assumed she "sold" the bread. perhaps she was being a christian and breaking bread with only family? perhaps?

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November 26, 2010


America@war
[Greyhawk]
I think anyone who's ever pondered the "comment" option - once only available on blogs and bulletin boards, now ubiquitous on almost any web site - will appreciate this:
The so-called faculty of writing is not so much a faculty of writing as it is a faculty of thinking. When a man says, "I have an idea but I can't express it"; that man hasn't an idea but merely a vague feeling. If a man has a feeling of that kind, and will sit down for a half an hour and persistently try to put into writing what he feels, the probabilities are at least 90 percent that he will either be able to record it, or else realize that he has no idea at all. In either case, he will do himself a benefit.

That's wisdom from the past, captured for posterity at the US Naval Institute, shared via the web on the institute's 137th anniversary.

From their about page:

The Naval Institute shall remain

INDEPENDENT - A non-profit member association, with no government support, that does not lobby for special interests;

NON-PARTISAN - An independent, professional military association with a mission, goals and objectives that transcend political affiliations; and shall encourage

IDEAS - Through its respected journals Proceedings and Naval History, its conferences, its books and its online content, in support of those who serve.

"The Naval Institute has three core activities," among them, History and Preservation:

The Naval Institute also has recently introduced Americans at War, a living history of Americans at war in their own words and from their own experiences. These 90-second vignettes convey powerful stories of inspiration, pride, and patriotism.

Take a look at the collection, and you'll see it's not limited to accounts from those who served on ships at sea, members of the other branches are well-represented.

I'm fortunate to have met USNI's Mary Ripley, she's responsible for the institute's oral history program (and she's the daughter of the late John Ripley, whose story is told here). She also deserves much credit for their blog. ("We're not the Navy nor any government agency. Blog and comment freely.") We met at a milblog conference - Mary knew (and I would come to realize) that milbloggers are the 21st-century version of exactly what the US Naval Institute is all about. Once that light bulb came on in my head, I mentioned a vague idea for a project to her - milblogs as the 21st century oral history that they are.

"Put that in writing," she said (of course - see first paragraph above!) - and here's part of the result.

Shortly after the first tent was pitched by the American military in Iraq a wire was connected to a computer therein, and the internet was available to a generation of Americans at war - many of whom had grown up online. From that point on, at any given moment, somewhere in Iraq a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine was at a keyboard sharing the events of his or her day with the folks back home. While most would simply fire off an email, others took advantage of the (then) relatively new online blogging platforms to post their thoughts and experiences for the entire world to see. The milblog was born - and from that moment to this stories detailing everything from the most mundane aspects of camp life to intense combat action (often described within hours of the event) have been available on the web...

And et cetera - but since you're reading this on a milblog, you probably knew that. And you know that milblogs aren't just blogs written by troops at war, that many friends, family members, and supporters likewise documented their story of America at war online in near-real time, as those stories developed.

The diversity in membership of that group is broad, the one thing we all have in common is the impulse to make sense of the seemingly senseless, and communicate the tale - for each of us that impulse was strong enough to overcome whatever barriers prevent the vast majority of people from doing the same. Everyone at some point has some vague idea they believe should be shared - we were the people who, from some combination of internal and external urging, found and spent those many half hours persistently trying to write it down.

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But where will all that be in another 137 years? Or five or ten, for that matter. That's something I've asked myself since at least 2004 - when I wrote this:

Closing Blogs is nothing new. So many site's owners just give up on their own. They come and go, you know, these MilBloggers do. Like any other sort of blogger. Many post in the lonely down hours far from home, spill their guts for the world, then abandon their spots when the tour of duty is up. They have lives again somewhere in the world, and no need to share the details. So it goes.

Many are truly gone - no site left at all. "The page cannot be found." Other blogs remain, like abandoned defensive positions in shifting desert sands.

Membership in the ghost battalion has grown in the years since, and an ever growing majority of those abandoned-but-still-standing sites are vanishing. Have you checked out Lt Smash's site lately? How about Sgt Hook's? If you're a long-time milblog reader you know the first widely-read milblog from Operation Iraq Freedom and the first widely-read milblog from Afghanistan are both gone from the web. If you're a relative newcomer to this world you may never even have heard of them - or the dozens upon dozens of others who carried forth the standard they set down.

If you have a vague notion that something should be done about that, (a notion I've heard expressed more than once...) then you and I and the good folks at the US Naval Institute are in agreement. Preserving the history documented by the milbloggers is just one of the goals of the milblog project, the once-vague idea that we're now making real.

And it's a big idea, if I say so myself - too big to explain in one simple blog post, so stand by for more. Likewise, it's too big a task to be accomplished by just one person. So if you're a milblogger (and exactly what is a milblogger? is a topic for much further discussion on its own) I'm asking for your help. All I'll really need is just a little bit (maybe just one or two of those half hours...) of your time, and your willingness to tell the tale.

We've already made history, it's time to save it.

(More to follow...)




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Tending Distant
Fires


Far from hearth and home, watching
Cold alone but not alone
On distant shore and only wanting
Safe return and little more

What tales we'll tell
When that time comes
When tales can be told

When things grim
Seem far away
When other fires go cold

Some distant sunset, vision fading
Memories remain
And tired eyes gaze 'pon folded flags
While distant drums beat their refrain

Saluting fallen friends whose names
And youth will never fade
Here's to those on other shores,
for them live well, the price is paid

- Greyhawk,
Baghdad,
December 2004